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Update on Chip, AKA Yoda…..

  I went over to Lorin’s house and spent some time with Chip tonight…. he’s holding his own, showing more energy and for the first time since he arrived, wanted to PLAY!!….  The Vet says he’s not out of the woods yet but now has more than a fighting chance, and so he needs the stamina to withstand the Ivermectin treatments he will need to beat the mange.

 To say Chip is a love is an understatement.  This pup (approx. 6 months according to his teeth) is so gentle, so loving, so… ZEN-like… it’s astounding after all he’s been through.  He seems wise beyond his age,too… YODA comes to mind…and I think that should be his name. He even looks like Yoda, although we hope for that to change.  Chip, aka Yoda, is so clearly grateful for his new lease on life. He soaks up every bit of love you give him and returns it in spades. He already understands come, sit, and goes potty outside. 

 THANK YOU to all of you out there who have “chipped-in” to help this little guy.  It makes my heart sing to think we know each other only through the blogworld, but have come to know each other enough to trust and care and contribute.  It means the world to me, my cup truly runneth over.

 
Chip/Yoda will need continued medical care.
Once he is declared healthy, we will be looking for a home
for this wonderful boy.
His personality can’t be beat – with dogs, children, people.
We think he is a yellow lab/retriever mix.
To contribute even a few dollars to his care… go here…
If you are interested in adopting Chip once he is healthy
or know of someone who might, send along
this information.
Inquires sent to lorin@godogdays.org

Lucky, he is.
Grateful, I am…
for the generosity you have shown Chip.
It’s awesome, what we accomplish together.
If only that seed would blow through the world population
and germinate profusely.

Chip needs a miracle…Angels, he has.

  This is what horrifies me…. there are people out there who would sit on their hands and watch their pup become more and more ill without doing a damn thing about it.   And then when the situation is beyond the beyond…. they dump him.   This is the story of Chip.   He is now in the hands of Lorin of Dog days, where she hopes to rehabilitate him and eventually find him a forever home.  He is a sweet and loving boy, hard to tell his breed or mix because of the lack of hair…possible lab or retriever mix?

 He arrived the other day, exhausted –  someone thought he was healthy enough to  be neutered and then travel  three days to get to CT  (??) .  He has been to the vet several times in the past few days and bloodwork indicates a LONG road of POSSIBLE recovery, but atleast, no organ failure.  He now knows what it feels like to be cared for and loved, and to have grass underfoot and a bed to sleep in.  Let’s hope he lives to enjoy a normal life.

 There’s a special place in hell for those who torture animals, I can only hope.

I’ll keep you posted on his progress.

 No pressure here, as my blog isn’t about money or asking for it.  The economy sucks and we’re all tightening the belt.   But if you are so inclined to help with Chip’s expenses, even a five dollar donation… a chip-in widget and web page has been set up for him.  It can be found here…  

Dirt

   Lots of it.  In need of testing by Uconn to see what we should  add to it for better crops of hay and vegetables.  Lord, as long as it isn’t Chicken Sh*t.  Please not that again.

 I found our first blue-ish egg by one of the Auracanas sitting out in their chicken yard.
Apparently she hasn’t figured out the nesting box arrangement in the coop.
Either that or she’s an exhibitionist.

Don’t try this at home.

Hammonasset’s original occupants

“Hammonasset” means, “where we dig holes in the ground” and refers to the place where a settlement of eastern woodland Indians farmed along the Hammonasset River. They subsisted on corn, beans, and squash, and by fishing and hunting. The first colonists arrived in 1639. Property changed hands frequently between Native Americans and the first colonists. “

  We took the old truck for a drive down to Hammonasset Beach today to take in the celebration of Native American culture.  As we walked along the fields bordered by marshes and the sea, the sound of a mournful flute playing a native american song gave me goosebumps.  We stood for a moment, blocked out all the activity behind us and looked out over the marshes to the sea… I can only imagine what it was like to live off the land there, as they had.  What a feeling of PEACE.. .listening to that simple, soothing melody.

Another Old Soul

  For more information on this wonderful old place and it’s evolution thanks to the generosity of many volunteers… click the link below.  If you’ve ever heard of  Arlo Guthrie and you live within driving distance, perhaps you’ll want to catch his show this November too…

http://www.parmeleefarm.org/

If these walls could talk…

One can only imagine the many generations of footfalls up and down
these stairs as the decades rolled along……

  Beth of Be Yourself…  this ones for you, kid…
 Joey… there is a morning glory patch that would bring you much JOY.

Lynn… what an excellent place to have a yoga class, out among the fields

Vicky of The Westra World.. this ones for you. 

The old stone barn…

 Hilary of Crazy as a Loom, I know how you feel about the rocks around here…
I watched this fellow wiggle along the surface of  the water
until he grabbed hold of a blade of grass.

I didn’t know they could do that!

  Next time we’ll take Ben on a hike along the trails….

Progress with the Industrial strength dog fence facelift

Before….

 After….

Garage Before…
 After…

We’ve still got this to get in the ground beneath all these shrubs…
maybe we should have a Pachysandra  Party!!…
Backyard Industrial dog fence Before…

 These are PG Hydrangea trees… right now they look pompom-like…
but as they grow, they spread out and have a more natural wild look,
drying flower heads in the fall…
which I love.   They have a romantic, vintage vibe.

I made a “fairy Garden” complete with betta bowls, moss covered rocks and elves
a while back.. It sat on my kitchen island.
I moved the fish and changed it up for fall….
Those are oreos in the covered pastry dish.
Don’t try this at home.
They go soggy within five hours. Go figure.

What is it about hair

You get it in places you don’t want it…
You don’t have enough of it in places you DO want it.
You spend alot of money to get rid of the unwanted hair
and you spend alot of money to enhance the desired hair.
What a circle jerk.
I have never really fussed with my hair much… a few haircuts a year..
Sometimes I just cut it myself, because I’m not really a salon girl.
Same basic style for many years with a little change now and then.
I like it longer, but lately I need to be realistic.
I’m no spring chicken,
and the hair is beginning to show it.
So last week I made a last minute call to the local hair salon,
where I could get a cheap cut, same day.
It was…. a cheap cut, same day.
Wasn’t happy.  
Bobble head doll  with a bob comes to mind.  
I tried to live with it.
Yesterday… I drove past  a fancier “SALON”
and then turned around and pulled into their parking lot.
Made an appointment for later in the day
and said… FIX THIS.
It’s short, …and glamorous I am not,
but I think I like it.
Do I look older? Maybe.
Do I care so much? You know… the answer surprises me.
I don’t.

PS.. I love my sister.
When I got out of the salon I sent her this pic…
and she said…
That’ looks like you’re driving!?
Because she cares, you know 🙂
Umm.. I wasn’t. yet.